Echo – #Poetry #Inspired by #Music

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In the Spiraling Depths of Time,

Beyond the Chaos of Life Surrounding,

An Echo Peals,

Like Lark’s Song at Daytide,

Calling to All,

Singing for One.

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In the Whirlwind of Autumnal Descent,

Falling like Auburn and Russet Tones, Dancing,

An Echo Tolls,

Falling like Auburn and Russet Tones, Dancing,

An Echo Tolls,

Like a distant bell, Heralding Hearts,

Entrancing All,

Ringing for One.

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In the Hush of Midnight’s Magic,

Under the Caress of an Alluring Breeze,

An Echo Repeats,

Like the Cadence of a Summer Night,

Enticing All,

Whispering for One.

~Morgan~

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.The Music and Muse category by Morgan shares Poetry and the Music which Inspired it.

Beautiful Original Music by: Adrian von Ziegler

Soar – #DailyHaikuChallenge

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When chaos ensues

Trying to drown your Spirit

Soar about the Tides

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To take part in the Daily Haiku Challenge see  The Original Post from Day One

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Day 264 / 365

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Beautiful photo found on oceanconservancy.org.  Credit Gratefully acknowledged to the original photographer. Thank You~

Sweetest Longing – #RomanticTuesday #Love #Poetry & #Music

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Uncertain Fair,

How this Heart Longs for Thy Tender Touch!

Bejeweled Night in All her Splendour

Lays as fallow, barren dust

In comparison to Thy Most Gentle Caress!

UnSpoken Temptation,

How this Heart heaves in Sighs for Thy Lingering Gaze!

The Depths of Calypso’s Resplendent Abyss

Are but transitory shoal,

Beside the Majesty of Thy most Fleeting Glance!

Speak often,

Oh Most Protracted Sigh,

And tell of this poor Heart’s Sweet Longing,

Beguiled and Unbending

To the Ravages of Inopportune Time,

Hold Fast, Sweet Longing!

Hold Fast and Keep Thy Measure

Knowing This Hour of forlorn division

Is but one Ephemeral Moment,

Compared to the Eternity of Thy Love

Shared with Mine in

Sweetest Longing!

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~Morgan~
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The Music and Muse category by Morgan shares Poetry and the Music which Inspired it.

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Breathtaking Music: Lament by Patrick Cassidy

Stillness – #DailyHaikuChallenge

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Soft the Tranquil hush

Unfolding in Sweet Stillness

Eternity Sighs

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Day 263 / 365

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Beautiful photo by:  Babak A. Tafreshi

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There – #RomanticTuesday New #Form #Poetry

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There

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There

Where the Sky Bends

Limitless

Where

There Lies Pale Truth

Sleeping

There

Beyond the Parallels

Unending

Beyond

Where Mystery Sings

Sleeping

There

Amidst the Breath of Time

Breathing

Where

The Heart Remembers

Unending

Amidst All the Madness

Keeping

Where Memory Lies

There!

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I wrote this poem using a form of my own making (I think!)  When reading the poem, read the first line, then read the first line into the second.  Reading the second line into the third and the third line into the fourth.  Meaning: There, There Where the Sky Bends, Where the Sky Bends Limitless, Limitless Where…etc.

I love the repetitious nature of the form.  I think it exemplifies the powerful emotion in the poem and how our own thoughts often go round in circles when we are so strongly led by emotion.

What do you think?  Im looking for some honest feedback…and, if you feel so creative, perhaps a name for this form/format, because I’ll be writing more.  Perhaps you’d like to write one as well 🙂

Thank You Ever So for your Kind involvement and feedback.  It means a great deal!

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Your Song’s Sweet Sound- #Sonnet XXVIIII – #RomanticTuesday #Love #Poetry

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Your Sweet Song's Sound

Speak not when this pale shallow glass
Shall fall in broken shale upon the floor,
Scattering winsome Laughter as Seasons pass,
Whispering in Retrospect, More and More.
Like Fallen Roses in the Burgeoning Rush of May,
When Petals Glisten and Drop in Heavy Balm,
This Passion, Once Remembered, forgets to Play,
And Now sits brooding, Silent in the Broken Calm.
Transparent and Untended in the Willow-ribbon haze,
This Mirror of True Love, now Tarnished Lies,
Reflecting Naught but my Own Shifting Gaze,
While Memory Above the Void, Unraveled, Flies.
Now as the Darkness Seeps and Sinks Around,
My Yearning Heart Strains to Hear Your Songs Sweet Sound.

~Morgan~

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Beautiful Original Artwork by: Anne Stokes

Ever More! – #Poetry of #Inspiration

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Sweetest Lover

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How does a painter express to someone who is not very creative exactly how painting makes him feel; how it satisfies the soul and makes the heart pound with joy?

How might a musician explain to someone who cannot hear what it is about music that moves her so completely; that reaches into the soul to stir thoughts and emotions?

How does the writer or poet describe to the non-writer the exhilarating, inescapable delirium of passion and emotion that words creates within them?

For me, it is exactly this and so much more.

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Sing Sweetly

Oh Beautiful Bountiful Words,

Lilting Above these shadows,

With Music as fine as any Birds,

Amidst Smiling Rays of Light to Soar,

O Sing Sweetly, Ever More!

Kiss my head

Oh Delicious Delicate Phrases,

Spiraling in Ecstasy O’er this dark place,

Enchanting my Heart like Praises

Beguiling to the very Core,

O Kiss Me Sweetly Ever More!

Caress my Mind

Lush Treasure Trove of Verse,

Abundant as morning dew,

Into your Splendor, My Soul Submerse;

Wash upon this Endless Shore

O Caress me Sweetly Ever More!

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Beautiful Original Artwork by: Elena Dudina

Radiant Morning – #DailyHaikuChallenge

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Radiant Morning

Sweet Daytide suffused with Joy

Transcend to my Soul!

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Day 262 / 365

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Beautiful photo is a public domain image found on Google.  Credit Gratefully acknowledged to the original photographer. Thank You~

The sower and the seed.

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Halfway through the book of Matthew, in today’s reading of the 13th chapter, the crowds following Jesus had gotten so large that he got into a boat to address the crowd with his teaching and to speak in parables as he often did.

He got into the boat so that he would not be pressed and could be heard by all that had gathered along the beach.  He presents the parable of the sower and the four types of soil.  Hopefully this passage from scripture and message I’ve prepared will find a home with many of you given our agricultural based way of living in southern Iowa

I would ask you, after hearing he scripture read and the children’s message demonstrated, who is the sower and what is the seed?

Christ oftentimes spoke in parables and parables can be understood by those willing to be taught, for those unwilling they are complex and difficult.  At times, Christ’s own disciples didn’t understand them.

Parables are meant for examination and the searching of one’s soul.  To search for the truth in our own lives.  The search for God because he is truth.  God wants to draw us into relationship with him.  This requires effort on our part.

Christ addressed the crowd and said, “Listen! A sower went out to sow and as he sowed, some seeds fell on the path, and the birds came and ate them up.” 

This sentence could just as easily read, “A farmer went out to plant his crops and some of the seed fell on the highway, a gravel road, in his driveway or the access point to his field.”

Would we expect seed dropped in such places to grow?  Of course not.  Do crops, gardens or flowers grow in soil that is not broken, not plowed or prepared for the seed to be planted in it?  Not usually or not very well.  Our souls, our lives and our being are the same.

Some seed fell on the path, fell by the wayside and birds came and ate it.  That seed laid uncovered, unprotected and was easy prey to those that would devour it.  It had little chance to grow.

Christ would sometimes explain what his parables meant so that those in attendance would understand.  He did not do that with this teaching, with this parable.  He leaves it with the crowd to turn over in their minds and to evaluation their own being and search for truth.

First century life was hard, poverty was common and brutal.  Many had to beg to survive.  This crowd, these people needed hope.  They needed to have their burden made lighter.

We live in an affluent country and probably struggle to fully understand the crushing weight that these people carried.  We lead far more comfortable lives today, but our souls today still cry out to know that easy burden and to be nourished, just as this crowd that surrounded Christ did.

Some seed fell on the path and was immediately eaten.  Other seed fell on rocky ground, where it did not have much soil.  There was enough soil for the seed to take hold and grow.  But the soil wasn’t deep enough for the roots to take hold and when the sun rose, they were scorched because they had no root and they withered away.

I asked earlier who is the sower and what is the seed.  That might seem obvious.  The seed is the word of God and the sower is Jesus Christ.  That may seem easy enough.  But here is the part that requires self-examination.

As I talk about the four types of soil, which one represents you…….Some seed fell on stony places, where there was not much earth or soil.  The ground was shallow and although the seed took hold and grew quickly, there wasn’t enough soil or depth to sustain it.

The sun came out and scorched what had begun to grow because it didn’t have the roots or the ability to withstand the heat of the sun and it withered away.  With our collective knowledge of farming we know that it is hard to grow much out of stony, rocky ground.

I could use this part of scripture to argue that this is what happens when you don’t go to church.  The devil comes and burns up what faith you have.  But attending worship is only a part of the Christian, spiritual life. 

Being part of a community of faith is important, but so is prayer, reading your bible, being of service to your community, loving your family.  If you are completely reliant on my preaching, I’m afraid that we are both in trouble.

The seed that fell on stony ground was quickly burnt up by the sun because it didn’t have deep enough roots.  When things get hot, where there is pressure, too much stress, trials and tribulation. 

When life seems overwhelming, nothing is going right, not only do we not get everything we want, we can’t seem to get anything we want, it is at those times that those fledgling seeds are at risk.  The devil turns up the heat in order to snuff out those seeds of faith.

We’ve had the seed that fell on the path and was devoured.  The seed that fell on rocky ground, didn’t have the necessary roots and was burnt up by the sun’s heat.  Christ would continue, “Other seeds fell among thorns, and the thorns grew up and choked them.”

Other seed fell among the weeds and thorns and was choked by them.  Christ doesn’t mention anything that indicates that there is anything wrong with this soil.  The weeds and thorns lay beneath the surface.  They spring up and grow at the same time and maybe even the same pace as the seed that was planted.

But they overtake the seed, they over take the faith that had started to grow and eventually destroyed it.  The seed was sown on ground that appears to be fertile, good ground.  But there was competition, it seems like there always is.

I have talked a lot about things like convenience, selfishness and all the things of this world that this flesh burns for.  You might be tired of hearing about them.  I have some bad news for you.  You are going to continue to hear about them.

I’m not going to continue to bring them up to screw with you, I bring them up because things like convenience, our own selfishness – mine included and all the fun, exciting things that the world offers have the power to kill the church.

Just like the weeds and thorns in today’s scripture had the power to overtake the seed that was planted.  For those of you that plant flowers, do you plant them in the spring and then never tend to them?  I doubt it. 

For those of you that garden, do you plant your tomatoes, cucumbers, sweet corn, green beans and other vegetables and leave it idle until fall?  Of course not, weeds are pulled, the plants are checked.

Do farmers plant their crops, do they not fertilize, cultivate, watch over and pray for rain for them?  Of course they do all those things.  It is no different with our spirituality and with our souls.  They must be cared for, kept and tended to.

Christ would end this parable with, “Other seeds fell on good soil and brought forth grain, some a hundredfold, some sixty, some thirty.  Let anyone with ears hear!”

Not everyone that hears the word of God will hear it, listen to it or pay any attention to it.  But for that good soil, that fertile soil – from that will come 30, 60, 100 fold.  That soil that has been broken and is ready to be seeded.

Like that soil we are all broken whether we realize it or want to admit it.  We are all broken people.  All capable of being or becoming that good soil.  Everyone has the ability to bear fruit, to be the fertile and rich soil. 

Whoever has ears to hear, let them hear.  Not just to hear the audible words, but to allow these words of Christ to take hold in your soul.  That this parable would not be about information, but transformation.

 

Pastor Shawn, Seymour UMC

Author of Incomplete

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Delicate

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I am a Delicate traveler

Traversing the plains of Rationale

And Complexity,

Withstanding in the blustering tides

If only by the merest Hope.

 

I am a Subtle voice

In the raucous chaos of a million

Shouting souls,

Straining to be Heard and Wishing

To Hear.

 

I am a Meek bystander

Trepidatious and Apprehensive

In the calamitous midst of violence,

Whispering a Delicate Subtle song

Of Love.

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~Morgan~

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Home – #DailyHaikuChallenge

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Soft Suspiration

Tender Whispers Enticing

Calling us back Home

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Day 261 / 365

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Contradiction

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Contradiction

Sing Sweetly

In Beautiful Contradiction,

Unearthly Hallows United

In Blithe antipathy.

Sensations ripple through Harmonious Time

Segmented, Disjointed,

Still United,

Sublime.

False Hope Abounds

Upon every Shore,

Seeking, Grasping,

Claiming More and More,

Yet in all the Glitter that fills the Void,

Heartbeats Shatter,

Passion miss-employed.

Fragments of Time

Speculation Mocking Loud,

While Glory Ascends

From the Treacherous Crowd,

Bated and Breeding,

Surreptitiously Waiting,

Love never-Ending

Through Eyes filled with Hating.

O Sing Sweetly

In the most Fine Contradiction

While Time Unwinds

Her Inexorable malediction.

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